Chapter 421: Black Armor Sword Locust, Reciprocity, Spiritual Arts

After reading the contents of the sound transmission talisman, the middle-aged sword cultivator and the female cultivator still had serious expressions.

The young male cultivator had a flash of expectation, thinking: "I hope Yu Mo is stubborn and doesn't give up easily. In this way, we can only destroy his body to prevent Junior Brother Long from knowing, and that Yun Jun... Hehe"

Woo woo woo~

The Dunkong Sword made crisp air sounds, and the spiritual patterns on the sword were brighter than before. The speed suddenly increased by more than half and quickly approached the flying boat.

"I'll slow down this boat first." The young male cultivator said and picked up the long flute to play.

As the melodious flute sounded, waves of spiritual power rippled around, and the waves were accompanied by wind spiritual power.

Under the influence of the flute sound, the green spiritual wind covering the surface of the flying boat where Yu Mo was began to become chaotic.

Not long after.

Whoosh~

The green spiritual wind could not stabilize, and finally with a flash of green light, the spiritual wind that wrapped around the entire flying boat turned into a hurricane and scattered.

The clouds in the area of ​​dozens of miles were blown away, and the foundation-building monks on the boat were blown so hard that they could hardly stand.

Without the blessing of wind spiritual power, the speed of the flying boat suddenly decreased. After a while, the three people came to the front and sides of the flying boat, and surrounded it on three sides.

The foundation-building monks on the boat were shocked by this change. They recognized that the three people were all Jindan-stage monks, and their faces were full of panic.

One of the fat monks saw the Haoran Pavilion logo on their clothes and shouted: "Senior, don't do it. We are the Lingshou Mountain envoys. We just went to your sect to present gifts not long ago. We are definitely not bad people!"

Yu Mo said nothing, took out two bags and threw them out.

Dozens of second-level puppets appeared on the deck of the flying boat, some of which looked like turtles, and the rest were puppet female soldiers holding bows and arrows, obviously made by Lu Xuejian.

Buzz buzz~

A large number of black spirit insects flew out of another bag, numbering thousands.

Each spirit insect is only the size of a fist and looks like a locust, but its body is slender and its head is very sharp like a dagger. Due to the large number of spirit insects, the area of ​​the black cloud reached five or six acres.

The magical thing is that so many spirit insects did not make noisy sounds when flapping their wings, but were extremely quiet.

When Yu Mo was young, he was valued by Jiang Jingchen and taught the art of raising insects. He eventually became an insect cultivator, while also studying puppetry and the Great Evolution Technique.

The spirit insect currently controlled is called the Black Armor Sword Locust. The gold and water attribute spirit insect has the same spiritual root attribute as Yu Mo, and ranks 53rd on the Spirit Insect List.

Although this spirit insect cannot cast spells, its body is hard and sharp, and its flying speed is extremely fast. In particular, after the spirit insect mobilizes the spiritual power in its body, its overall ability will be greatly enhanced.

Interestingly, this insect is an aquatic spirit insect, and it builds nests in water for breeding. It is completely different from ordinary locusts that breed in dry places.

After decades of cultivation, each spirit insect covered with spiritual power can fight against a top-grade magic weapon flying sword, and its speed is not inferior. A few elite individuals can even fight against ordinary magic weapons.

This spirit insect comes from the collection of a certain insect fanatic.

Yu Mo has been familiar with it after decades of cultivation and control. He once used this spirit insect to fight against several cultivators of the same level.

Yun Jun on the side was even more fierce and roared at the three people.

"Quickly form a formation and protect yourself. I may not be able to take care of you later."

"Yes, uncle!"

With Yu Mo's shout, the foundation-building cultivators of the Spirit Beast Mountain reacted quickly and began to cast spells. Soon a white light shield enveloped everyone.

The fat man wanted to say something before, but was dragged into the shield by his two brothers.

The three people from Haoran Pavilion did not want to rush to take action. After all, the strength of the two sides was very different, and this place was their territory.

In their opinion, can a fish that has been covered in a pot still jump out of the pot?

And in their opinion, if Yu Mo is determined to escape, he still has a chance to escape by relying on the speed of the fifth-level Yun Jun and so many spirit insects desperately guarding the rear.

Now it seems that this person seems to be desperate to protect the foundation-building disciples behind him. He is really naive and stupid.

Yu Mo used his spiritual sense to observe the situation behind him and nodded slightly. He took care of the three people and finally focused his eyes on the sword cultivator in front.

"What do the three Taoist friends want to do?"

Although Yu Mo knew that the previous incident had exposed his feet, he still asked a question.

The female cultivator had no expression on her face, while the male cultivator snorted coldly with a teasing look in his eyes.

Finally, the black-faced sword cultivator said in a deep voice: "Daoyou, why do you ask when you know the answer? You can't leave today because of the reputation of Haoran Pavilion."

"But for the sake of Junior Brother Long, I will give you a chance. As long as you let me use the ban to seal your cultivation, Cui can guarantee that you and those disciples will be safe! When we return to the sect, the Supreme Elder will deal with it."

"There is no need to say more about the consequences of refusal. Give you three breaths to consider. No more time."

Yu Mo did not answer, and looked at the three people with cold eyes.

The sword cultivator surnamed Cui frowned slightly. Other disciples of Lingshou Mountain could be killed, but Yu Mo was said to have a close relationship with Long Hao. He really didn't want to kill anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, there is no impenetrable wall in this world. If the matter was heard by Long Hao, it would be a lot of fun if he was hated.

The young male cultivator on the side had long been blinded by greed and was eager to try.

After three breaths

"Brother?"

The young cultivator saw that the sword cultivator did not move, so he urged him.

The sword cultivator glanced at him, and finally looked at Long Hao and gritted his teeth and said, "Kill the others. This old ancestor Yu Mo has ordered us to capture them alive as much as possible. We must obey his orders."

As soon as the sword cultivator finished speaking, a voice came from all directions.

The space around him was slightly rippled, like a drop of water on the surface of a lake.

"Daoyou is so magnanimous to my inferior disciple, Jiang must also return the favor."

"Let go of the resistance and let me put down a few restrictions to protect your lives. However, Jiang is more generous, so I will give you five breaths of time to consider."

This voice seemed to have some kind of power, and the protective sword energy in the sword cultivator's soul space automatically activated the body, so it was not affected.

However, the souls of the remaining two people were slightly turbulent and their faces turned pale. They were shocked and quickly kept their minds.

They understood that they had encountered a real strong man.

But what really made the three people feel like they were facing a great enemy was that they could not detect the source of the sound and could not find the enemy's position.

Without communication, the three people quickly came together to stand in a triangle, alerting the surroundings.

The female cultivator was the first to offer a brocade handkerchief magic weapon.

The brocade handkerchief swelled with the wind and turned into a huge curtain. Then the brocade handkerchief began to become transparent and gradually disappeared, and the cloud pattern embroidered on it seemed to come alive from the brocade handkerchief and turned into real clouds.

Soon, the dense white clouds reached a size of more than ten acres and rolled endlessly. The three were completely covered by the white clouds.

Jiang Yun, who was hiding his figure, was very satisfied with the secret method of sound transmission just now.

In recent years, Jiang Yun has studied the Dragon Chant Technique in his spare time, and has combined some spellcasting skills with the sound transmission technique to develop a special sound transmission technique.

Jiang Yun named it: Dragon Sound Technique.

Although the power of the Dragon Sound Technique is less than one-fifth of the original version, the consumption of soul power when performing this technique is also negligible, and it can be used almost unlimited times.

"Three breaths left."

Jiang Yun's voice came again. Dozens of cloud kings suddenly appeared around, five of which were high-level, and the leader was Qinghuo.

At the same time, blue-glowing spiritual swords began to appear in the sky, and the number increased rapidly, one hundred, three hundred, five hundred, one thousand.

In a blink of an eye, the sky above the three people seemed to become a blue ocean.

The faces of the three people in the cloud were a little dark. The other party claimed to be Yu Mo's master, which was obviously Jiang Yun himself. It was said that he was a late Jindan cultivator.

But this person's method actually gave them the feeling that an old monster in the Yuanying stage had taken action.

Now they were in a dilemma. Their purpose of coming here was to capture or kill the Lingshou Mountain team alive.

But now that Jiang Yun appeared, it would be meaningless even if they tried their best to win. With the other party's cultivation and the seventh-level Yun Jun at the head, could they not escape even if they wanted to?

This mission of killing and silencing was doomed to fail.

The middle-aged sword cultivator understood that fighting here was meaningless. Now he should consider how to retreat and report to the sect.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Jiang Yun is here? What happened today is a misunderstanding. Why don't we both stop fighting and pretend that nothing happened? This will be good for both of us." The voice of the sword cultivator came from the clouds.

"One more breath."

"This is my Haoran Pavilion's territory. As long as the battle gets intense, reinforcements will swarm in. It will be too late for Fellow Daoist to leave then!" The sword cultivator threatened.

"Time's up!"

As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, the Cloud Lords disappeared again.

Woo woo woo~~

The wind suddenly rose. It was noon and the sun was shining brightly, but as the wind blew around, the sand and rocks flew, and the light began to dim, a scene of wind disaster and doomsday.

In just two breaths, a wind world with a diameter of ten miles was formed.

The flying boat of the Spirit Beast Mountain and the large number of blue spirit swords in the sky were blocked by the wind and could not be seen. Their spiritual consciousness was also disturbed and could not work at all.

Gradually, the three people could not tell the direction.

Jiang Yun had seized some jade slips from the grassland people.

Those grassland people were of high status, and the jade slips contained some records of powerful spiritual arts.

After studying, Jiang Yun had to admit that at least the grassland people were stronger than the countries in Tiannan in terms of five-element magic.

And the Yunjuns performed one of these spiritual arts.

In terms of the control of wind spiritual power and the tacit understanding and trust between the groups, how could the Yunjun tribe lose to the grassland people? In addition, the innate spiritual patterns on the Yunjun's body increased the power of wind-based spells, and the power would only be stronger.

The person in charge of the spiritual arts in the Yunjun tribe is naturally Qinghuo, and the other Yunjuns provide spiritual power.

In fact, the spiritual power of monsters is generally higher than that of humans, which may be related to the huge size of monsters.

The exception is the cultivators who have practiced superior skills.

These dozens of Yunjuns, including five high-level Yunjuns, performed this spiritual art, and the power was no less than that of twice the number of cultivators of the same level.

This spiritual art is called: Thousand Winds and Clouds